The girl,
I found from inside the locality
To the darkness of the dense cave, a flashed lamp with both eyes
The girl,
Let’s find out if I’m alone in a lush forest
Where pigeons and pigeons play deep secrets
What I sought was that sweet honey face
I know there is a tree covered with her hidden deep wounds
Yet I have found her in the afternoon blond light
Her delightful face floated
The moon floated in the sky with black clouds inside my new moon
I can recognize her
And will she distinguish me?
Asking with her glittering eyes, “Where has Ujjal been for so long?”
Shadow-1: I used to play with flowers
Now the pale flower plays with me
I used to play with the colors dark red and black
Now blackish blood can call me and play
I used to draw typical viruses
in a very realistic way,
Now the Covid-19 calls me and plays
My all paths are closed,
doors remain closed
So, I fatigue,
let’s go to bed for deep sleep,
calm and quiet.
LONELY SEA BEACH
A lonely sea beach calls me in alone
A lonely sea beach calls me at dawn,
Sometimes there he waits for me with blue shadow,
Sometimes there she waits for me with a grey shadow,
A lonely sea beach loves me with extreme
Both shadows love me, like their lost son
A green bush of Birch calls me in alone.
a place
a place
a place
man forgets the wealth and riches,
but unyielding worldliness,
that leads
him to death.
By the drinking poison of property
like a blue-necked bird
swing away towards the mirage
the harsh sea calls him
to touch her salty body
with the frightened-looking
at the strayed teenage girl
she moves.
And true death intends life seedlings in limit,
And grows with in death's shadow,
The shadow can't be trampled it,
But life's prayers for longevity,
And to be more caring at its end,
Wishing to stay away from that,
Afraid to listen the ringing sound of last bell death,
Seeing the scenario of graving with coffin-white,
Atlast black shadow covers the fatigued life,
When once it declared hate about death,
True says with smiles,
on the forehead
fingers running thru unbraided hair
as the green moon on the water
is the hoax leaf lotus
oh, listen to tongue-tied fruit
all have gone promising to come back
but none
WRITING
Writing up and down,
a long deep sigh lies in the mind,
a loving lexicon will open up,
by the quaint beckoning of the
Ellora
at a breathing distance,
it touches the abandoned wall,
would be clash
writing consists in words,
a divine light beautifully
scatter,
on the saffron color field.
